It's Amazing To Me How Few Guys

The Feeling I Have Reminds Me Of New Year’s Eve, When The Countdown Is Coming And I’m Not Quite Sure Whether To Grab My Camera Or Just Live In The Moment. Usually I Grab The Camera And Later Regret It When The Picture Doesn’t Turn Out. Then I Feel Enormously Let Down And Think To Myself That The Night Would Have Been More Fun If It Didn’t Mean Quite So Much, If I Weren’t Forced To Analyze Where I’ve Been And Where I’m Going.

Love As A Verb. Love As A Commitment.

We Are One Of Those Couples I Used To Watch, Thinking To Myself That I'd Never Be On The Inside Of Something So Special. I Remember Reassuring Myself That It Probably Looked Nicer Than It Actually Was, I Am Happy To Be Wrong About That.

I Think Some Of The Biggest Time Sucks Are Regret And Guilt, And I Have To Fight Against Those Things All The Time. In A Way, It's A Good Thing, Because It Can Motivate You To Make Amends And Forgive, But Regrets Are Really, I Think, A Supreme Waste Of Time In Many Ways.

I Think Of How Each Person In A Marriage Owes It To The Other To Find Individual Happiness, Even In A Shared Life. That This Is The Only Way To Grow Together, Instead Of Apart.